The morning sun filters through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over Gideon and I as we lay tangled in the sheets. Our bodies are still entwined from our lovemaking the night before.
But it’s not really the sun that wakes me up. It is Gideon’s morning kisses, which are stirring me again, even after just a few hours of sleep. His touch is gentle and yet demanding, as if he can’t get enough of me. As if it’s him who just drunk blood from a vampire instead.
“Mmm,” I murmur against his lips, my eyes still closed. “Good morning.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through my body. “You’re finally awake, sleepyhead,” he teases, kissing the corner of my mouth before trailing down my jawline.
His lips leave a trail of fire on my skin as he moves down to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. I tilt my head back with a soft moan, arching into his touch.
“I could get used to waking up like this every day,” I say breathlessly.
Gideon hums in agreement, his warm hands sli
